Grey is a cracked rock that holds the secret of the universe, but nobody notices the never ending chill of walking up steps that leads nowhere.Grey is the ugly taste the none love. Grey feels like a chipped bumpy bone on soft beautiful fingertips. It is the spirit haunting us, the death of a loved one, the stroke of midnight.
Grey is a cold wishper
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